22. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
SHYLOH
If giving Becca Dawson an orgasm in an outhouse bathroom covered in skunk fart was what a million bucks felt like… I’d get sprayed by that skunk all over again.
I was fully aware that our time together was dwindling away. Part of me was anxious because I was running out of time to woo her and convince her to fall in love with me.
“So, how was your evening?” Donna asked with an all-knowing smirk on her face.
I chuckled while taking a sip of coffee with my other hand in my pocket and gave Donna a side-eyed glance. “Oh. It was…pleasant.”
“Pleasant, huh? Is that what the kids call it these days?” she quipped .
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I turned and gave her a wink before heading towards our bags. I was ready to get this day started, because today would be the day that Becca Dawson fell in love with me.
Mark my words.
***
“Anyone smell that?” Becca called to the rest of the group.
Josh answered, “What smell?”
“Eh. I can’t put my finger on it, but it is just so overwhelming and pungent. You really don’t smell it?”
Collectively the group said no, but I knew what she was doing. She was trying to rile me up about the skunk smell, but she didn't know that I came prepared for this insult. Donna, who was only walking a few strides ahead of me, was my target.
“Donna! Did you know that you can pass a skunk smell off to someone else?”
“Huh. I didn’t know that. Maybe that’s what Becca is smelling.”
I smirked because I love it when a plan comes together. Becca quickly turned her head to reply, “What are you talking about? You can’t pass the skunk stench to someone else.”
Everyone watched as Becca swiftly sniffed her shoulder and looked back at us again. “I do not smell like a skunk,” she insisted.
From the back of the group, I was smiling a devilishly large grin before I made her completely silent. “No one said that you smelled like a skunk. Maybe since you helped me in the bathroom last night, you ended up smelling like—”
“Enough of that, Mendoza. We have a waterfall to see today. Hope everyone packed their swimsuits,” Becca announced.
“Oh my God! How much further do we need to walk?” I groaned.
“Just a few more minutes, skunk boy,” Becca snapped with a snarky attitude. One that I’d like to fuck out of her—
Stay focused. Eyes on the prize.
“Okay everyone, change into something a little more comfortable! It’s time to get wet,” Becca called out to the group, and the very immature part of me thought of something else that I’d like to get wet.
Jesus Christ. I am way too horny for this.
“Couldn’t we just go naked?” I suggested.
Donna giggled. “Oh, I’m so down to do that. Should we?”
I pondered my life at that moment and realized very quickly that zero portion of me wanted to see Donna naked.
“You know what—silly idea. Let’s stick to our swimsuits, shall we?” I stammered.
The forest was denser here, and the sound of the roaring water from the falls was overwhelmingly comforting. The sound of nature was opposite of what I had grown accustomed to. I’d missed the sound of a roaring crowd.
No more football.
I’d like to think that I could move past this, but when you’ve worked your entire life for something, achieved it, and then it’s ripped away… it absolutely doesn’t escape your mind. My dreams still haunted me every night. I could hear the crushing blow, the ringing sound in my ears, the doctor saying something to me.
Somehow on this trip, even when I had those dreams, I couldn’t seem to let the sadness sink too far in. The moment I saw Becca Dawson, that sadness disappeared.
“Hey pretty boy! You're the last one—are you scared?”
I looked up to catch a smirk with a hint of mischief in Becca’s eyes.
“No! Scared isn’t in my vocabulary.” I walked toward her and let my gaze linger over the curves of her delicious body. I reached up with my hand and gently traced her mouth. “But I’m so glad that you think I’m pretty.”
I quickly took off my shirt and tossed it back at her before jumping in with an obnoxious yell.
The water was refreshingly cold, and when I emerged from the water, a mid-air Becca was jumping right on top of me.